吗？他刚才好像说他们两个是“together”？

Alex搂住她，轻佻地咬了一下她的耳垂, “You never told me how cool your name was. Bad girl.”

“You didn’t say you were strong and sexy either.” 她挑起眉，反驳道。

“It goes without saying.” 他眨眼。

晚上10点半，他们手牵手走在King’s Cross地铁站外面宽阔的广场。在伦敦1月的寒风里，他们一人吃一个甜筒，不时地停下来接吻。空气里好像有甜得化不开的旖旎。

“I am a happy man.” Alex扔掉甜筒抱着她，下颌蹭着她的头顶。

“Sit. I’ll sing you a song.” 傅谈笑拉着Alex坐在一张长椅上，唱起了Honey Hohursday Night。

“I’m sitting here with you tonight. You make an awful pretty sight. Since it's just us two tonight, I think that we should screw tonight.

“I’m feeling kinda stuck tonight. An old jukebox with a neon light. I bit down on my luck tonight. I think that we should fuck tonight.

“It’s not that I'm just using you, you just look like you need it too, and when that sun es rolling through, we'll have done what we came to do.